The Female CEO's Personal Bodyguard

Chapter 159: Chapter 159 Are We Dead?_1

Lydia Howell, though in her thirties, looked to be in her twenties due to her cultivator’s regimen; her appearance, skin, and figure were flawless, even more fair and tight.

The skin on Lydia’s back was tight and smooth as jade, except for a dark palm print that now marred her back at the vest line, which looked terribly frightening.

Julia’s eyes suddenly widened, she exclaimed, ”Poisonous Palm!”

Carson nodded, ”This strike was severe, but not enough to be fatal to Lydia. What’s truly lethal is the poison contained within the palm, which has increased the burden on her internal organs.”

Carson spoke, yet his hands didn’t pause for a moment, his silver needle placement quick as the wind.

In the blink of an eye, Lydia’s back was filled with silver needles around the dark palm print.

This sight instilled a thick sense of hope within Julia’s heart.

The silver needles, so soft, yet Carson inserted them three points deep with the precision of one strike, clean and efficient, showcasing both his exquisite medical skills and mastery of Inner Qi.

Carson pointed like a sword at several spots on Lydia’s back, then converted his finger to a palm, pressing it against her back, as Inner Qi surged into her. His other hand moved slowly in a massaging motion.

As Carson’s hands moved, several hollow silver needles instantly filled with blood beads at the tips, which were not red but a terrifying black!

Poison!

Joy lit Julia’s eyes. This young man who had appeared out of nowhere was amazing!

Her sister was saved!

Meanwhile, in the Browning’s camp, everyone was whispering to each other.

”Who is this guy?”

”The license plate is local from Polgel, could he be from the Woolery Family?”

”Impossible, the Woolery Family wouldn’t dare to make such a claim about wiping out our entire Browning household, would they?”

”He is saving her? And we’re just watching this happen?”

Boston Browning’s face darkened as he stared at Carson in the distance, his eyes filled with rage. This young man was too arrogant!

So casually getting off his car without speaking a word, he just starts saving Lydia as if we’re all dead?

But Boston, standing beside him, was shocked. He took a few steps forward, changed his angle, and clearly saw the young face under the light.

It’s really him!

How can it be him!

Boston’s mind was in chaos. He quickly approached Boston Browning and said in a low voice, ”Big brother, that young man is Carson.”

The astonished look on Boston Browning’s face replaced his previous gloomy expression, ”Who?”

The name felt so familiar.

Boston spoke with a tone filled with confusion and doubt, ”The husband of Shirley Miller, Carson, the one who disabled our man in Red City.”

Boston Browning’s eyes widened a bit more, ”It’s him? Are you sure?”

Boston nodded affirmatively, ”It’s him, I’m sure of it.”

A murderous look flashed across Boston Browning’s features, ”Ha, so it seems Polgel isn’t that big after all, to bring everyone together like this. Well, that’s good, we can settle two matters at once.”

Boston Browning was confident, especially with Jamie Webb right there with him.

Despite his bad reputation, Jamie Webb was strong, a member of the Webb Family from the Qinling region—this was a formidable backing. Afraid of a wet-behind-the-ears kid?

Boston Browning coldly began, ”Carson, you arrive and save someone without saying a word, don’t you think you’re overlooking the Browning Family too much?”

The Howell Family was shocked.

Boston Browning actually recognized the young man Raelynn had brought, and his tone seemed to carry a bit of wariness?

Hope surged once more in the Howells’ hearts, their gazes unanimously turned to Carson, filled with expectation.

They didn’t realize Carson possessed the power to overwhelm the Browning Family; instead, they naturally assumed he had a strong and powerful background that made the Browning Family wary.

Carson’s movements were uninterrupted as he coolly replied, ”Your Browning Family does hop around quite a bit, very lively. Just finished dealing with you last night, haven’t even come looking for you yet, and here we are again today.”

Boston Browning sneered, ”That’s right, the words you just said are also what I wanted to say. You attacked my son a few days ago, and last night, you gutted my nephew. I haven’t come looking for you yet, but here you are on my doorstep. Today seems like a good day to settle this matter.”

Carson stated indifferently, ”Sure, I also intend to.”

Listening to Carson’s nonchalant words, Boston Browning felt an inexplicable pressure mounting within him.

This young man was clearly no fool. He understood the situation here perfectly well, yet till now, he showed no fear, but rather an air of having everything under control.

On what was his assurance based?

Boston Browning narrowed his eyes slightly but he didn’t rush to attack. After all, even if Carson saved Lydia, as long as the Browning Family won in the end, would an injured Lydia be able to escape?

”Carson, considering your confidence, you must have some background. Why don’t you enlighten me, see if you can scare me, Boston Browning?”

Carson pushed his palm, and the hollow silver needles oozed black blood, but the black quickly faded, and fresh blood took on a bright red color.

Carson repeated the process several times until the blood completely lost its blackness and turned bright red. The dark black palm print on the back had also faded significantly to a dark grey.

Carson stood up, removed some silver needles, and then inserted them into a few other acupuncture points, finally heaving a sigh of relief. He stood up, turned around, and faced Boston Browning.

”My confidence does not come from my background, but from my fists. Who wants to try them first?”